Luyện nghe bài hát U Know Hoo

Aiyo Coolio, up with all these fools?
Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' the last sucka
To fuck up and stuff like that, loc, up?
Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read,

Nah, they know what time it is but you for those
Who don't know, I it's time that we step to the mic
And set the record straight, aiyo, G, gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc?

All you niggas run and a friend, um
Bad fuckas is bad again
M.A.A.D. Circle's in the house for the fo' and
If I I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman

'Cause I never wore a made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha fuckas be me up
And I hit 'em right back I don't give a fuck
So your mutha fuckin' M in the sky

If the next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
If you leaped up seat you met your doom
Big G could start a in an empty room
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy

Wino, Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't give a fuck you or your crew
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u hoo
Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D.
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the
It's the one nine nine fo' and I smell
Stank ass mutha fucka wanna basket
Paid by you niggas from the nigga C

The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, it
Yo Coolio, what's up with these mutha fuckas?
I don't know, don't they know, um, I gets like Illegal
Flow water, drop bomb shit like a seagull

A janky ass known to sag
And like Old English, I'm settin' mutha on they ass
Diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade I flow
Decapitatin' rappers and pissin' down throats

I'm the, rusty mac pistol mackin'
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is static
And stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all had it

ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright I gotta kill a crew
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla
It's the skanded ass, face, alleway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, it
Turn it to the hook and kick in the

May all the traytons be
But if you're steppin' to the Circle connect your dots
I always feel like somebody's me
And even though you're watchin', you stop a G

'Cause I been where goin' and I know what you see
You might a rep but not on the C
O to the L to the I to the O
With the mutha goddamn flow

So, it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
Wit an old ass janky thirty eight causin'
Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the
I'm down the M.A.A.D. ass you know who

Brothers of the M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
I'm with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo

Uh huh, all you punk ass fuckas
The real steel is in the for year feel
Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago,
We're not cookin' ya crew,